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Simurg	By : Cynthermes Category: A through F > The Cronnex Series Views: 1292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The square of the open temple has never been filled with so many people especially at sunset. This was the first time a proclaimed heretic was given the honor of a decent funeral by their reigning king. And the fact that the reigning king finally made a public appearance after so long made the local folk curious and suspicious at the same time.
They were amazed and audible gasps rang in the air when Caelas showed himself to the crowd, to his people. He apologized of his absence, thanked them for their compliance and introduced them to the man whom the funeral was held for. The king nodded to the three persons hidden from the crowd’s view for their permission. He ordered a knight to open the wooden casket, at the horror of the attending ministers and the people of Corintha alike.
There below the lush drapes and fragrant late spring flowers were a severely mangled body of a man. The upper half and the lower half of his body were uncleanly torn in two. The crowd and even the surroundings virtually grew quiet. “Regardless of our faith, do any of you believe that this is a just punishment for someone who had his separate set of beliefs from the majority? Did any of you were ever wronged by this man?” The king’s voice was the only sound amidst their stunned silence.
“But he’s still a heretic!” One old man yelled among the crowd.
The king recognized the man’s tattoo that was shaped like a blade and knew that they were the likely party to protest.
“What made this man heretic, old one?” Caelas challenged.
“I’ve heard him call for Ra’asiel’ intervention when he was dying!” The old man gasped when those words blurted out of his mouth.
Cinder hid another smirk. It seems no one can lie in front of the king. Maybe that’s why all of his enemies preferred to attack him from behind because they couldn’t conceal their lies if they faced him.
“And how were you able to hear his prayers if we found his body near the underground tunnel?” The ebony-haired king demanded.
The old man effectively bit his tongue shut. However nothing could save him now as loyal guards grabbed his sorry ass towards the detention chamber.
“Is there anyone else against this solemn ceremony for the dead?” The king once again challenged the crowd and this time none of them dared to look up to him. They all held their gazes down except for a few who somewhat found the king’s choice of words funny. They sounded more of a recitation from a marital ceremony than that of a funeral shroud.
Thus with no more opposition, the king stated his apologies to the relatives and the priest for the delay and rewrapped the cremation robes himself. He therefore called the young alchemist to perform the final preparation rite: To fix the body.
Miermi braced himself; this was their deciding factor. Katharine’s absence from the set of ministers was predictable but ominous. She and her colleagues could attack at any point now. He readied his Ashwood staff waiting for that particular sigil to appear. He may not be an alchemist himself but sorcery was more alchemical than herbal.
Naedas constructed the transmutation circle around the catafalque using red ochre not the usual blood but one can’t be too certain. The outer circle was divided from the inner circle with a separate set of sigils. One by one, the young alchemist carved the runes from the outer circle then towards the inner one.
And the last sigil was carved with an innocent final swish of ochre-stained third and fourth finger. The sorcerer was not about to let himself be fooled with that. Naedas began to chant the transmutation, clapped his palms together and was about to transfer the energy to the circle. Red sparks crackled from his palms to his fingertips and in that moment a bolt of light went for the direction of the transmutation circle.
The ash-blond sorcerer knew better. Miermi raised his staff and intercepted the blow before it touched down into the circle, successfully deflecting it. The transmutation became complete and torn flesh and bones knit back together but the body remained devoid of any life.
Another bolt of light hurled towards the alchemist’s direction and he ducked hitting the first pillar of the outer temple instead. The structure made of marble and cement cracked and threatened to crash towards the populace.
The crowd went wild in panic. They fled for their lives screaming in terror. The king quickly commanded the knights and armed guards to escort the people to safety. Miermi squinted his moss-green orbs for their attacker based on the origin of the bolts of light. And there amongst the crowd, a still figure held a witch’s scepter high in the air. Her presence was covered with an illusion that he easily saw through but her face was veiled with a special material he couldn’t penetrate.
Cinder shielded Elyn with his body when a barrage of magic bolts hurled towards their direction. He turned in time just to see the pillar break free from its iron skeleton. It was about to crash over their heads and further towards very petrified people.
Miermi was busy fighting off with their unknown enemy who continued to cast spell after spell with ill intent to destroy the open temple with them. The pillar would hit the king first, being the nearest and Elyn sprang to his feet breaking free from his grip.
Cinder yelled in alarm and saw the red light from the dagger as it emitted power. Joined pairs of hands prevented the pillar from completely falling over. The king and the boy struggled to bear the weight but it was nearly impossible to hold.
Pure instinct made the phoenix-incarnate hurl an eternal ball of flame towards the leaning structure and pulverized it into dust. Caelas and Elyn fell to their knees in surprise and exhaustion.
The witch paused from her assault witnessing the astounding spectacle. She appeared to finally reach her limits while her opponent didn’t break a sweat. Miermi raised his staff in warning but she threw her scepter and chanted shrill words for a spell.
The ash-blond’s eyes widened in alarm and yelled. “Cover your ears! You mustn’t hear the end of it or you will die!”
Cind’rikh completely ignored him, fed up from their enemy’s dirty tricks. He sought to punish the wicked and extended his left arm, which glowed with golden runes. Something else glimmered beneath dark hair and a mark the shape of the sun deeply etched on Miermi’s mind.
The witch screamed and stopped chanting. She fell face first and burned from her own spell while her soul vacated her body and headed straight to Tartarus.
Corintha abruptly became silent and human bodies lay clattered everywhere, peacefully sleeping and oblivious to what had happened.

King Caelas opened his eyes to the sight of something burning. Yet instead of the usual stench, the funeral pyre gave off fragrant smoke filled with incense and something else he couldn’t identify. He gazed up at the full moon and the dark violet nighttime sky. He realized he woke up from dreamless sleep and noticed the others lying on the ground, unconscious.
He woke each of them up and tried to ask them what had happened. No one seemed to remember after a very bright light consumed the enemy and then oblivion followed. There was only one thing Miermi couldn’t forget and it made him recall that strange night by Alfrund’s fireplace. Now he knew what he saw and there’s no way it could be denied. But he buried the information within the valleys of his mind and solemnly witnessed Fei’s successful funeral ceremony with the others.
Cinder momentarily caught Miermi’s gaze when he turned his gaze to the side. They didn’t speak but Astral’s protégé mind-touched him, “Thank you.”
The brunet lad merely shrugged, none too surprised at this development. He had stopped being discreet when he dematerialized that falling pillar into ashes to save their lives.
The open temple resembled the ruins of Sonora as the flames of purification consumed the honored dead’s body. Miermi oddly thought of Jedah and all the things he left behind there. His daughter’s grave was so haphazardly done in their haste to leave and his most prized books of ancient text; a gift from his mentor of sorcery, was carelessly buried in that secret chest. There should come a time he would come back to retrieve those and he hoped at that time that he had found Gesryma’s last light Nithaial. Then his thoughts wandered off to his nephew’s wife who was safer to be ignorant than learn of her husband’s brutal death.
It was just a few minutes past dusk but the funeral pyre had died and only left pure white ash on the catafalque. The head priest gasped. Pure white ash! This could only mean one thing. The Opposing One had honored this lowly man’s funeral as if he were a saint! The head priest enthusiastically informed his sire of this meaning.
Caelas’ face lit up and he silently speaks a prayer of praise and gratitude towards the Almighty Ra’asiel.
And as if by chance, the people who were slumbering stirred and woke up from a wonderful dream.
They have forgotten what had transpired and applauded as the last traces of aromatic smoke wafted into the cool night air. No one had remembered.
Even the king thought the shattering of the pillar was a work of the Opposing One. Well all of them were fooled except Astral’s half-mortal son who now looked like he would never age a day. That was the effect of the Nectar and perhaps that too caused his easy escape from the Order’s headquarters.
The people turned and left talking amongst themselves happily that the gods were in favor of them. They didn’t take notice the condition of the temple, which resembled the ruins more than an open church. Only the four of them appeared to take notice. Well the alchemist was nowhere to be found.
The king decided not to fix the broken marble and cement. He was willing to take this as a message from the other god that people have ignored his worship for far too long. Caelas turned his attention to Cinder instead. “Cinder, I will renew my proposal from a while ago. Would you come with me to my chambers?”
This again! The brunet lad discreetly twitched. He couldn’t believe the king hasn’t given up though he outright refused him hours ago. “Your Highness, you should ask permission from my adoptive grandfather and isn’t there special matters needing your utmost attention? The witch and the old man, I mean.” Cinder wasn’t in the mood to play commoner now that he had used his divine powers more than necessary. His fiery flame sizzling from the depths of his core was slowly dancing in the surface, threatening to break through even his virtually impervious skin. One intimate touch and the king would have more than just sunburn.
The ebony-haired ruler blinked. He was puzzled with this swift change of mood. He never once observed this young lad possess such haughty behavior! He opened his mouth to say something but Miermi smoothly intervened. “My king, my grandson is tired and shaken from today’s recent events. Please let him rest and be on his own for now.”
Cinder could’ve sworn that the sorcerer winked at him before ushering the king and Elyn towards the direction of the palace, leaving him alone.
Strangely, the curly-haired boy didn’t protest or cling to his leg like he always do when separation was upon them. The boy turned and winked at him too. Then understanding dawned to him and chuckled. They both knew that he was meeting his lover! Elyn said he wanted to meet his mysterious beloved but perhaps for another time when no king wanted him for the taking.
Caelas turned several times to give those same gazes of longing. But Miermi and his armed entourage ushered him along towards the plateau where the magnificent Corinthan palace perched high and mighty. And there in a direction slightly tilted away from the palace stood an ominous tower with a crescent-shaped moon atop the dome-shaped brick roof. The Daughters’ Tower was quite hidden from the harbor’s view. But in the open temple it was a strange sight that seemed out of place. It had the same grotesque design like the galley that carried them here.
Cinder walked towards the opposite direction of the palace and the tower. He looked up at the stars and let it guide him towards the shores of Corintha. The night was glorious and the full moon shone pearly white. A thin ring of radiance surrounded the celestial body making the illusion of a diadem around a queen’s head.
The saunter became brisk walk and then turned into a free run. The cool fresh breeze caressed his hair and kissed his cheeks as he raced towards the sea. The shores were deserted and only small fishing boats swayed in the tempo of the waves. The moon was beautifully reflected on the clear sapphire waters. He breathed the ocean’s salty tang and closed his eyes. The dagmast pendant began to shine brightly and slowly called out to him.
He reached out through his mortal skin and plucked out a golden red feather. At his command once more the feather turned into a quill-shaped dagger. Trembling slightly he deeply slashed his wrists and ankles in the figure of a cross. His excitement immensely dampened the pain and he barely heard the sizzling sound of his magma-like blood when he stood outstretched against the moonlight.
When he opened his eyes and saw nothing he despaired and gripped his dagger. He was about to stab his wrist a second time when an invisible force stopped him. And there beside him a small whirlwind of amethyst feathers seemed to fall from the sky. When the feathers stopped dancing and fell to the sand one by one consumed in unseen blue flame, a figure of a mortal man revealed himself.
This was the very same immaculately handsome man whom he gave his gift of virginity after his rebirth. “Simurg Cind’rikh, my beloved.” Ra’asiel smiled and opened his arms. This was the only man who can utter his real name without bursting into flames. The godling all but tackled him with an encompassing embrace. The force of his longing sent them tumbling down the sands.
“It’s clear you missed me so.” The brunet felt that chuckle rumble through the solid chest cradling his head.
Cind’rikh straddled his husband, both palms rested at the side of the mortal-cloaked god’s head. They looked at each other intensely, their desire burned brightly beneath the depths of half-lidded eyes and their lower bodies. The godling was first to succumb to his longing and touched his lips on his beloved. The kiss started chaste, as the godling had initially intended but his husband wanted more.
Large hands cupped his clothed firm buttocks forward, causing their engorged members to rub hotly against each other through the fabric. Cind’rikh gasped and groaned, opening his mouth and a tongue quickly slithered through. The kiss quickly turned deep, passionate, needy and frantic. Ra’asiel took this distraction to switch their positions effectively. They continued to kiss, nip each other’s lips, their tongues snaking, twisting, and gliding together.
The fire in Cind’rikh broke free through the surface like magma seeping through cracks in volcanic crust. Ra’asiel pulled away with a gasp. “Oh beloved, you were holding back beyond your limit, weren’t you?” He looked down on his consort’s half-lidded eyes filled with overflowing love and desire. The godling panted, his lips were already bruised from their intense kissing.
The seductive sight robbed the god’s ability to proceed with deliberation. His hands reached out with intent to rip that vest to shreds when Cind’rikh yelled, “Wait!”
Ra’asiel paused in mid-tug and reverted to his sensual side, “Why beloved? You can’t allow this precious gift from the king to be ruined with my hands?”
Ruby orbs widened and he stared into his husband’s knowing smirk. He recovered, and asked, “Are you jealous?” The godling chuckled provocatively and brought forth the amethyst god’s ‘bestial’ side. Ra’asiel growled and sunk his teeth into the fair skin of his consort’s neck.
The brunet lad yelped and then moaned when a warm wet tongue eased the bite. The amethyst god nipped a large bruise on his neck for everyone to see. This possessive act just fueled the fire within him more and without further ado he hauled the vest off his body. His hands quickly went for his trousers and it was Ra’asiel’s turn to stop him. “Let me undress you, beloved.” He purred in his ear and Cind’rikh blushed scarlet.
Those sensual hands teasingly stroked his soft rosy nipples into hard points, pulled and twisted them making the receiver gasp and cling to the sand for support as he instinctively lifted his body. The Opposing One smiled in satisfaction and used that moment to pull the trousers down. He tossed it aside and witnessed the evidence of his consort’s desire at the swollen flesh straining against his only remaining cloth piece. Ra’asiel’s hands rested on Cind’rikh’s hips.
The godling opened his legs and his fiery heart pounded in anticipation. His beautifully handsome face tinged with sexual blush invited the Opposing One to kiss him once more. They kissed more slowly and lovingly but the god’s hands were anything but chaste in his consort’s lower body. Ra’asiel relished his skill to surprise his beloved’s flushed and blissful face. He watched as that expression quickly changed when he dipped his fingers beneath the loose wrapping of the loincloth.
“Mnhh…Uhhnn…Aahhhh…!” Cind’rikh back arched and he moaned in his lover’s lips, his face contorted in feverish ecstasy as those skillful hands stroked and fondled his already heated and leaking sex.
Ra’asiel licked those bruised and quivering lips when he intensified that burning touch that could drive anyone mad with lust and wanting. But the truth that made Cind’rikh stretch taut and call out his beloved’s name in euphoric release was that those hands solely belong to him and only him. “Only mine.” He whispered in between gasps and felt his loincloth removed. He screamed a split second later when a ravenous mouth engulfed his hypersensitive flesh, sending his dark head thrashing.
“Enough beloved! I…Ahhh… I c-can’t—!” He wailed desperately but his head lolled to the side and his fingers buried themselves in thick mane of dark and golden hair in sweet surrender. The god only relented when he sucked him dry.
Cind’rikh tugged at his hair and it was the godling that sealed their lips together. When they pulled away, Ra’asiel’s golden eyes twinkled in amusement. “Ever the demanding lover, my consort?”
“I’ll pay you that favor soon.” The godling’s red eyes slanted dangerously and he gave his husband a mighty push.
The brunet lad hastily climbed on top of his still clothed beloved before he could recover. Ra’asiel could easily overpower him but he delighted in the fact that his consort would rebel against him like the equals they really are.
They were both grinning with amusement when Cind’rikh dipped his head low, licked Ra’asiel’s soft human-shaped lobe and whispered; “Now beloved, let me undress you.”
True to his word, smaller and slender hands hastily removed the other’s clothing. But Cind’rikh fidgeted a little when it came to untying the wraps of Ra’asiel’s breechcloth. He bit his lip and tried not to be very aware of the amethyst god’s burning stare.
This was a game they often played in Pandaemonium and the Phoenix-incarnate knew to be wary of his husband’s unpredictability. His heart pounded and he fumbled on the simple knots holding the cloth in place. He shook in his perch and felt the Opposing One’s chuckle than heard it. “Still skittish when it comes down to it, I see.”
Those hands rose and Cind’rikh sucked in a breath at that challenge. Ra’asiel’s nearing hands blinded him for a moment. They headed straight for his breast. His heavily instructed body sought it and he jerked forward than back away. He shut his eyes in pleasure as the adept fingers went back to stroking, pulling, and pinching his nipples to darkened peaks. Instinct made him grind his hips erotically as his member swelled again: Ra’asiel knew him well. The godling was so aroused now just reveling in the thought that his husband knew how much he wanted his nipples played.
When he couldn’t take the teasing anymore, he moaned begging for mercy. Ra’asiel lifted his body as a response and replaced fingers with lips and tongue. “Aahhhh! Please!” The godling’s body jolted and his hands finally crawled down and yanked the breechcloth for revenge.
The amethyst god joined his purrs and moans when Cind’rikh kneaded that leviathan of a love tool. It didn’t matter if he was on top for the Opposing One would always find a way to dominate him. His nipples were inflamed buds when he found the sense to bite those hands for release. Ra’asiel hissed and withdrew yet before he could retaliate the brunet lad quickly retreated down, opened his mouth and licked the fluid seeping out of the enlarged head’s slit.
The god immediately stilled and groaned dropping his head to the sand. For once Cind’rikh triumphed… this time too late. Ra’asiel’s member in its swollen state was too large for him to engulf in whole but curling his tongue around the head and the sensitive underside was enough to provide that illusion. More pearly-white liquid flowed down as his mouth worked its talent in coupling skills. The taste was exotically bittersweet and he wouldn’t have stopped if his hole didn’t throb in protest.
With one last long lick he dared meet those golden eyes, now scorching with mad desire. If he weren’t that aroused he would have looked away in fear for he knew that half-crazed look was reserved only for him. He opened his legs wider and let those large hands bruise his hips to lift him bodily.
“Ohhh…” Cind’rikh let loose a long throaty moan when that too proud weeping head the size half his fist grazed the rosette of his eager opening and nudged slowly inside.
Gasping more in tingly pleasure followed with a keen whimper, he felt the head burry itself along with the shaft as deeply as it could and had the cleverness to prod every sensitive node as his hole stretched more to accommodate the leviathan love tool.
“Nnnnnn…” Eyes tightly shut and every pleasure node throbbing, Cind’rikh felt at last the soft skin of the god’s balls against his ass. He opened his eyes to see that immaculately handsome face straining, careful not to deliver the first push yet, waiting for him to adjust.
It was time for his vengeance, the Phoenix-incarnate thought darkly. He would make that calm mask shatter like a thousand pieces with his next move. The godling anchored his hands on broad shoulders, withdrew partway from the erection inside him and Ra’asiel golden eyes widened in dawning surprise. “Beloved— What…?”
Without warning, he tightened his passage as much pressure as he could without tearing up and shoved down harshly all the way to the hilt. “Aahhhh!!!” This resulted in joined screams of unbelievable ecstasy. Cind’rikh arched his body wildly as the sharp movement caused Ra’asiel’s erection to ram against his centermost pleasure node.
Already he felt like coming… a very fatal mistake. He would lose and he didn’t want to surrender this time. No! By the foundations of Pandaemonium, NO!
“Surrender to me, beloved. Allow me to pound you, senseless.” Ra’asiel purred in their mid-pose.
Cind’rikh’s body trembled all over. His senses were overloading, and every nerve starting to ignite in flame. His husband’s seductive voice and wanton words were making it worse! He wouldn’t! He can’t surrender! “N-No! I… sh-should be the one to take you!” Careless words slipped from his salivating mouth.
Ra’asiel growled deeply, anchored his feet in the soft sand, and clamped his hands down on his consort’s buttocks, effectively trapping the godling. Ruby eyes widened this time in panic, he tried to twist away but those hands wouldn’t budge. Not giving his consort a chance to escape, the amethyst god mercilessly thrust upwards, ramming the same sweet spot again… and again… and again…
“Nnn…! No! D-Damn you!” Cind’rikh swore but his body was already enslaved with that unparallel pleasure. His body betrayed him, moving on its own to receive each wild thrust and he bucked violently each time.
“Ahh! Uhh! Ohhh!”
“N-No! Uhhaaahh!”
“Ahhh… D-Don’t…! I… A… Ah… I… c-can’t…”
“Uahhhhhh!!!”
It was too much. The pleasure was too much and he found himself drowning in it even before he can reach his climax. And when he thought he couldn’t take any more, once his hole was brusquely plowed, enslaved with that leviathan of a sex tool, fingers leaving bruises on his firm ass went back to his very inflamed nipples.
He forgot every IOTA of divinity and humanity he possessed. Cind’rikh howled, growled, and roared out like a wild animal in raw pleasure. His milky-white seed spurted out, tainting his beloved’s abdomen and his own. When he couldn’t ejaculate anymore he was paralyzed in this pose, shaking and whimpering as the god beneath him continued to pound into him still.
Ra’asiel drew him in for a passionate kiss to complete their union. Sated and intoxicated in happiness Cind’rikh assented pressing their lips together. Arms wound themselves around his shivering frame protectively and felt the hot gush of searing liquid inside him. The god shut his eyes, gasped, and arched his body in his release, every sinew of muscle stood out gracefully. And his consort drank those long sighs of infinite bliss.
The Lord of Chaos, no matter how ironic it may sound was rarely loud in bed. His glorious body, expressive beautiful face, and piercing eyes were his voice. And Cind’rikh was often entranced to watch his beloved at the height of his ecstasy if he weren’t so caught up on his own. And this unearthly night, beneath the mysterious light of the moon, he witnessed it all.
“I love you deeply, my beloved.” Ra’asiel whispered lovingly in his hair and kissed the ethereal fragrance imprinted in them.
It was Cind’rikh’s turn to sigh when those gentle fingers combed his raven locks and caressed his face. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes brimming with so much emotion. The godling succumbed first, cradled his husband’s face and kissed him with all his soul. He pulled away gasping and replied, “You too beloved, my heart aches every moment we are apart.” Tears welled in his eyes and they fell silently one drop after another.
Startled, Ra’asiel parted his lips to console him but the phoenix-incarnate hushed him with another kiss. Cind’rikh rarely showed his true emotions even in the throes of passion and this sudden change made the ruler of Pandaemonium wonder what happened. Perhaps his beloved was starting to remember the emotions of his past life though his memories would forever be sealed. The great sadness the godling felt transferred into his own like they were one being and the Lord of Chaos wept with him.
For a long time they just held each other, uncaring of their messy and sweaty state. Limbs intertwined and dark sniffling head cradled on a broad chest, Ra’asiel rocked Cind’rikh back and forth like a babe.
This treatment dried the tears and the brunet lad chuckled. “Stop babying me!”
“Well you were sniffling like one so I thought this was the best treatment.” The amethyst god chuckled and proceeded to rock him again.
“Stop. I’ve dried my tears so…” Cind’rikh stammered.
“So?” Ra’asiel reiterated in a low drawl making him blush once again.
“How… How long do you remain with me, tonight?” The godling ignored the hitch in his voice.
“Until sunrise, so you can show me off to that proud king of yours.” The god answered playfully tweaking his nose.
Cind’rikh laughed. “I thought gods don’t show themselves to mere mortals.” The laughter died down when the larger Immortal shoved him down the sand reversing their positions again.
“Look who’s speaking and I’m not in my godly form now or are you so ashamed of me as your husband, hm?” Dark long wavy locks fell on the godling’s face and that predatory gaze was back again.
It looks like the odds were against him even tonight. Cind’rikh smiled instead. “No, I’m very much willing to drag you there right now and be on with the introductions.”
Ra’asiel planted his lips on the mark on his neck as a response. He continued to soothe the soreness present in his consort’s breast all the way to his toned belly. He purred at soft sighs issuing forth from those bruised lips. That lovely baritone voice hitched again when he slipped his tongue inside the fleshy mounds of his navel.
“If you don’t… let me sleep tonight, I’ll be a phoenix… before you’re a swirl of feathers.” The brunet said in panting breaths.
“And so you shall be.” The Opposing One replied dismissively now on his way to nipping another bruise against a smooth inner thigh.
“Ra’asiel!” The godling cried out in both pleasure and annoyance. He was hard again when Ra’asiel chuckled and looked up to face him mock asking, “What is it, my demanding and spoiled consort?”
At first he wanted to yell, stop it! But what came out of his quivering lips was, “Take me now!”
“I thought you would never demand.” The amethyst god smirked much to his regret. He cursed his impulsive mouth and let out another long moan when he was gently penetrated.
They made love again to their hearts content and the roar of the waves swallowed their ecstasy-high elated voices.
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